rambling

Dropped the D off at the bus...she texted me at 550 will you?
I didn't do it for myself, I did it for her because she is working very hard. I think she is handling it well, but I also know that she is discovering that working every day is hard because you get tired, and then there is stuff to do at home and sometimes you are just too tired to do that. it is a different world when you have a child... or children, sacrifices must be made and routines too or else things gets typsy turvey.... have so many thoughts, the need to be creative is pressing, when i have the mooments, they float and then disappear like bubbles in the air... like skid marks and the culprits that create them, like an itch scratched, like the smell of someone in the room and then dispersed, thoughts that disappear, what are they
are they dreams
are they shared
are they going someplace else for someone else to think them but perhaps in a different way because maybe they speak a different language, maybe they will float and twist and what was the purple yellow blue red orange green rainbow will be come rainbow, yellow blue, red, orange, green, purple.... do we share thoughts or do they just belong to one...
that is the question. can they be snared and kept, no one knows the secret?
what is the secret? is the secret one of love, one of giving, one of truth, or trust, or happiness? or is it evil one of lying and deception, onre of pain or sorrow or mean...
some people are trully mean, it is really horrid how they can be that way. it makes me want to throw up
some people are forgetful and you always have to forgive them, but sometimes i don't feel likfe forgiving them because there are moment in ones life that you need to pay attention and if you really care about someone they you don't forget----some people just opt for the new thing that has popped up because it is fresh and exciting, almost like an affair i would say...it is healthy to keep learning, and people can become obsessed with what they are doing and let everything else slide, then there is focus, some have to stay in focus or else they loose it...so they forget things ... then there are excuses... and mine is time got away from me and often it does, but then i am sorry for the moment has past and i wish i could back track to the time and change what ever i did so that i remembered and that would set off a different reaction then the one i feel or received because i forgot....
but that might be me and not someone else...another would be like so i forgot who cares and there may be a group who forgot so are they sectioned into the forgetful slots, what is it really about this collective conscience.... why do i believe so strongly...because i know we are there